Observe the skill—­with which our artist has distinguished land from water; trees from ships; clouds from church spires; human beings from Chinamen.  In so doing, he has distinguished himself also.

In view of these sloops on the extreme left, may we not say that this is a mast apiece?

This exquisite gem was completed about the same time as the Pacific Railroad, and yet how different.  Here the eye of the beholder lingers fondly upon the scene, drinking in at every point new and inspiring beauties.  I presume that the traveller upon the Union Pacific may drink at every point if he wants to, but he can’t linger.  Their time-table doesn’t allow it.

I forgot to mention that in the background can be detected glimpses of the great State of California.

BOTANY BAY.

What emotions arise in the breast as you approach this remarkable spot!  Tour mind naturally reverts to your English ancestry, to those early settlers, the noble forefathers of this colony, who forsook their old homes and braved the perils of the deep till they reached these distant shores.  They came not from a feverish thirst for gold, nor with ambitious visions of a new and powerful empire.  They came rather from a conviction, that here was where they were wanted.

This crowded canvas gives you some faint idea of what has been the result of that generous, patriotic pilgrimage.

This is Felon’s Avenue.

Burglar’s Hall,—­a fine public building,—­Headman’s Block, The College of Forgery, Counterfeiter’s Exchange, The Cracksman’s Crib, (a new and elegant hotel), Mutiny Row, and many other prominent buildings are to be seen.

Such are the natural beauties of the place that persons who come here feel compelled to stay a good while. (The melodeon will evolve “Home, sweet home.”)

THE NATURAL BRIDGE OF VIRGINIA.

Next to Mount Vernon, the Libby Prison at Richmond, and John Brown’s Engine House at Harper’s Ferry, this is to the stranger the most interesting piece of scenery in the Old Dominion.  So firm and substantial is the masonry that it is supposed to have been standing long before the English settlement of the country.  Some learned writers think that those stately abutments are too massive for the red man of the forest to have constructed.  Besides, what did he know about engineering?  I’m sure I can’t say how this is; but I had always supposed that there never was a camp of these savages without an Indian near.

At all events the effect is very natural, and it only needs a toll-house to render it completely so.

This dizzy elevation has been scaled by daring adventurers who cut their names in the soft, yielding rock; not so many, it is true, of late years.  They have rather fallen off.

There is food for contemplation in this beautiful object; also in the hotel which you perceive not far off.